LOKI FOUND THE VOICE. Though he had to jump across streams rippling with chilly moonlight, had to climb through the thickest parts of the sentient forest with gusts beating brutally against his every step, had to crawl through a dust storm just last night—though he didn't swim no matter the time it could have saved—he traced its ethereal keeper.

And there the keeper is. The constant smooth, vibrant whisper of the forest is a breathing being who at this moment kneels beside a bush of blueberries. A basket of golden flax, overflowing with hybrid berries of all types, rests near her colosseum knees. Her fingers stop reaching towards a bundle of ripe strawberries underneath the blueberry bush, then her underskirts shift as she turns towards the curious eyes intruding upon her.

Loki doesn't think he's ever seen such a creature. Half elf, half fairy...perhaps all angel. All he knows is that the pearls that are her hair and the amethyst that is her small lips and the lace-like dress that looks more like it was sewn with sunlight….

"Hello," he whispers though he doesn't mean to. He downs the anxiety from his throat in an instant and speaks again in his most noble tone. "My deepest apologies for the intrusion. I did not wish to frighten you. It's just that I have been hearing your extraordinary melody, and wished to find you to…thank you I suppose. Never have I heard a voice like yours."

The singer's lavender irises shift like a crosshatch pattern, like a million galaxies spinning at their own rate, as if he can see her whirling mind testing the sincerity of his words.

"Hello," she whispers after her mind stills, then she rises to her feet. Before the last consonant leaves her lips, every pebble and broken leaf and drop of water shutters, enough to tip the prince off his feet.

What was that of?

Dread?
Hope?
Pleasure?
Agony?

He doesn't have time to ponder or ask, for her hand reaches out to him, and he freezes in splendor as he watches sun beams bounce inside her arms made of diamonds.

What is -he- ?


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End of Dossier Three. To be continued. . .